What had occurred with Eris left Larkspur puzzled, but he realized the extent of it not long after. He too realized that it had changed something. Now the voice of the can tah spoke with eagerness in its tone, as if it understood something he did not. Regardless, this did not change things which had come to pass—the boy had proven himself, and been granted a gift and his name once more. Harlowe was becoming more independent, though he was still lacking in any presence within Dahlia. Larkspur was about to realize this might not have been such a bad thing.
He was sleeping, as he had been doing for hours, in a heap on the bed that he had come to love. Though his nose had been working and dragging him out of nightmarish dreams, it was the knock that broke the spell. With a grunt the wolf sat up, spilling blankets over the floor. He collected things like that, finding that freedom allowed him a level of comfort home never had. It took him a moment to click things together—the scent and the noise—but with some guidance this was brought to a head. Rising to his feet, the tall man made his way to the door and opened it. There was no question; only the dull sort of haze of a man still waking from sleep.
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